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"Master Song, you really make it easy for me to find me. I ran from Xiangjun to this Yuanzhou City quietly. How did your family get here hundreds of miles across? Well? Let's talk about it, so that Master Biao can make me more popular..."

Luo Jianbiao strode to Song Wenkui, took a long cigarette pole from the thug behind him, then took a deep breath, spit out a cigarette ring, and waited for Song Wenkui's reply with a comfortable look on his face.

Song Wenkui was already scared and at a loss. He just kept kowtowing to Luo Jianbiao and begging for mercy: "Master Biao, just give me your best. Let me spare my family. I have given you a lot of money in the past few months..."

"Hmph..." Luo Jianbiao sneered when he heard this, then sat down in front of a table, smoking and said, "Master Song, the special code for the money you gave you is not enough for even the interest payment, so why don't you let me let you go? If you want to spread it today, my rules will be broken, and it is natural to pay back the debt.

When you asked me to borrow the 400,000 yuan in silver, I told you clearly that I would pay back the money on time. If I can’t pay back the interest every month, I have to pay it back?

But what happened? He ran away silently? You think that Master Biao’s 400,000 yuan of silver fell from the sky? In short, today I want to hear Mr. Song’s explanation, what should I do if the money I owe?”

After Luo Jianbiao finished speaking, he shook his head and looked at Song Wenkui so nervous that he finally trembled and said, "Master Biao, please give me another ten days? I will definitely pay you back the money! Now I really have no money..."

Luo Jianbiao heard this and said disdainfully: "I really didn't expect that the Song family and one of the five major families in the Far Prefecture would be so down and out. Ten days? I'm afraid you won't be able to pay back the money if you give it to you for another ten years!

Then you slapped your butt away and asked Mr. Biao where would I go to find you? Is there a hundred or ten people below me who eat, drink, defecate and urinate and don’t have any money?”

Song Wenkui glanced at Liu Ce and Song Yanran not far away, and threw a look of help at them, hoping that they could help them.

However, Song Yanran just silently held the tea bowl and slightly wiped the tea. Seeing that Song Yanran was still, Liu Ce naturally would not care about Song Wenkui's affairs. When he thought that this father treated his daughter like this, Liu Ce did not go up to beat Song Wenkui to death in person, he was already quite rational and restrained.

The indifference between Liu Ce and Song Yanran immediately made Song Wenkui lose his last glimmer of hope, and could only kneel in front of Luo Jianbiao and beg for mercy. By the way, he began to deceive: "Master Biao, I will beg for a few more days. I have contacted my cousin Song Lian. He promised that I would fund me a lot of money in up to ten days, and I will have money to pay you back..."

"Master Song, are you talking about three-year-old children?" Luo Jianbiao immediately exposed Song Wenkui's lie, knocked on the cigarette stalk, poured out the cigarette slag in it out of the cigarette pot, and continued, "Mr. Song really wants to stand out for you, why are you still staying in such a broken place? Look at how you look now, and you are still a member of the family? Prosperity..."

After saying that, Luo Jianbiao waved his hand to his subordinates, and someone immediately put a loan document in front of Song Wenkui and said, "Master Song, you should be honest. If you pay back all the money, you will be relaxed this day and you will suffer less. The black and white words on it are clearly written, and there is your handprint name. Not to mention that Lord Song comes forward, even if you go to the Governor, you will be the one who is in the wrong.

If you continue to be obsessed with it, then Master Biao wouldn’t talk to you so calmly. We know that you don’t have money now, but you can use other things to pay off your debts…”

Song Wenkui looked at the loan note with his handprint and signature, then looked at Luo Jianbiao's shaking flesh, and asked timidly: "Master Biao, what do you think you should do..."

Luo Jianbiao snorted coldly and said to Song Wenkui: "It's easy to deal with. Master Song, don't you have no money? You can use someone to pay off your debt. How much money is worth in your family? You can hand them over to me for the treatment. This matter will be settled..."

"How can this work!" Song Wenkui flatly refused when he heard this, "Those are my family. If I hand them over to you, wouldn't it be worse than beasts? No, no!"

"Oh……"

Liu Ce, not far away, couldn't help but snorted coldly when he heard Song Wenkui say this. It turned out that he really had never treated Song Yanran as his daughter. The family he mentioned certainly did not include Song Yanran. After all, he saw Song Wenkui's shamelessness at the time, and he wanted Song Yanran to die at the hands of the Hu people...

Song Yanran, sitting next to Liu Ce, had a calm expression, and there was no slight emotional fluctuation on her face, because she had long been used to these things, and had completely seen Song Wenkui's face over the years.

When Luo Jianbiao heard Song Wenkui say this, he pondered for a moment, and suddenly raised his leg and kicked Song Wenkui in the face, kicked him to the ground, and said viciously: "Then what you mean is that your money for Mr. Biao is natural? Let me tell you, even if the Heavenly King comes to plead for you, it is useless!"

After saying this, Luo Jianbiao slapped the table and rolled up his sleeves and shouted at the door: "Take everyone up to Mr. Biao..."

As soon as he finished speaking, there were shouts and screams outside the restaurant. Soon, Song Wenkui's two sons, Song Qingluan and Song Qingyan, his son-in-law and daughter, were all escorted to Luo Jianbiao.

When Song Yanran heard the movement, she looked over and saw that the young masters and daughters of the Song family who had never looked at him in the past were now haggard. The brocade clothes on their bodies had long been replaced by the coarse linen that the people often wore, and there was no trace of a noble atmosphere.

"well……"

Seeing that they had landed in such a field now, Song Yanran just sighed quietly.

"Dad, save me, save me..."

When Song Qingluan and Song Qingyan saw Song Wenkui, they immediately cried loudly and asked him for help. Judging from their bruised noses and swollen faces, they obviously had suffered a lot of torture before.

"Dad, you want to save your daughter, they want to sell me to Yanliu Lane..."

Song Wenkui's daughters also cried to Song Wenkui with a sad voice, crying like an evil ghost, which made people think that it was a female yaksha who fell to earth.

Looking at the miserable scene of his family in front of him, Song Wenkui was so heartbroken that he wanted to help but was powerless. He could only bow to Luo Jianbiao and said, "Master Biao, you can't do this..."

Luo Jianbiao ignored Song Wenkui's plea and pointed at Song Wenkui's family and said, "The nobles in the Yuanzhou city are more or less a bit of a dragon's habit. Your two sons have been pampered since childhood, and they are considered to be a bit of a figure. They will be sent to the troupe for a year and a half, and they will definitely be able to sell for a good price.

As for your daughters, tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk, to be honest, this look is really not a good match. I can't even get into the brothel, so I'll send you to Yanliu Lane. Fortunately, they are all from Shiqi, and at least they are worth a few dollars..."

Speaking of this, Luo Jianbiao paused, squinted his eyes and joked at Song Wenkui, "I said, Mr. Song, you can't do it. Why aren't there any decent daughters? Oh, by the way, your abandoned daughter Song Xiaoqin is an exception,

It’s not a big mistake for the military governor to care too much. What a pity, you actually swept her out with such a beautiful daughter. I really don’t know if you are thinking about it if you are blind or blind…”

Song Wenkui was already so scared that he didn't dare to breathe, but just kept kowtowing to Luo Jianbiao and said the same words begging for mercy.

And his sons and daughters were crying, and the whole restaurant was like howling, which made Song Yanran frown and a faint feeling of compassion.

Luo Jianbiao ignored this and still ordered people to take the contract and ink of Song Wenkui's family and put it on the table. He continued to put pressure on Song Wenkui: "Don't cry, sign the letter quickly and then write it down, and then you will be free, and I will be free, and everyone will be happy, and the debt between you and me will be purchased and sold in one go!"

Song Wenkui hurriedly hugged Luo Jianbiao's thigh and begged, "Master Biao, please, you can't do this. If this happens, I will be finished..."

"Dad...Dad..."

"Daughter doesn't go to Yanliu Lane, dad... save me..."

Song Wenkui's children also beg for mercy. When they think of their fate in the second half of their life, they felt extremely frightened.

"Hurry up and write!"

Luo Jianbiao obviously lost his patience, slapped the table hard, waved his hand to the thug behind him.

The thugs understood and immediately stepped forward to hold Luo Jianbiao's arms, then pulled his fingers away and dipped them into the red ink, and then pressed on the contract.

"No, no~"

Song Wenkui struggled hard, gritted his teeth and fought hard not to let the handprint fall on the paper, but no matter how hard he tried, it was useless. In the end, he pressed his handprint on the contract to sell his body.

He took one by one, and all sixteen of them were pressed on Song Wenkui's handprints. When the thug took away Song Wenkui, who was sweating, and handed a pile of paper to Luo Jianbiao, Luo Jianbiao smiled with satisfaction.

"Master Song, I will take good care of your children, Mr. Biao. Now you still owe me more than 348,400 taels of silver to purchase and sale. As for the interest... Oh... forget it... Master Biao is also a reasonable person, so he said goodbye..."

After saying this, Luo Jianbiao got up and took the thug and Song Wenkui's children, and walked out the door regardless of their crying.

Listening to the shrill crying sounds in his ears, Song Yanran could no longer sit still. Without Liu Ce's reaction, she suddenly stood up and came to Luo Jianbiao.

"Uncle Biao, do you still remember me?"

But Song Yanran smiled and bowed to Luo Jianbiao, and her posture seemed to be extremely familiar with Luo Jianbiao.

Luo Jianbiao was stunned, looked at the beautiful girl in front of him for a while, then nodded and said suspiciously: "Is it very familiar? How dare you ask the girl, you are?"

Song Yanran smiled and said, "Uncle Biao, you forgot. At the Xiangjun market, you rescued a little girl who was abducted by a human trafficker and took her to have a full meal. That girl is me..."

When Luo Jianbiao heard this, he thought about it carefully, and suddenly realized it. He pointed at her and said in disbelief: "I remember it, I remember it, you are the girl Song?"

Song Yanran lightly heard this and said, "Uncle Biao finally remembered it? Yanran really wants to thank you..."

Luo Jianbiao shook his head, looked at Song Yanran and sighed: "I really didn't expect that the dirty little girl's film was so beautiful back then. By the way, how could you be here?"
Chapter completed!